November seventeenth, some would argue, is too early to be celebrating Christmas. Christmas songs shouldn't play for at least two more weeks, these people would say. Put that Christmas tree away immediately.

Tsunami was definitely one of those people, and he was very much saying all of these things to his boyfriend of three years at this exact moment, trying to wrestle the Christmas lights out of Tachimukai's hands. Of course, that was a moot attempt-Tachimukai always was stronger than he looked.

"It's not even Thanksgiving yet!" Tsunami cried, finally giving up on the damn lights. Tachimukai responded with an indignant huff, and set out to untangling the damned colored bulbs from their year-long clusterfuck. He was obviously not going to listen to the exasperated surfer, and Tsunami found himself sighing at the show of stubbornness.

"I don't care. It's snowing, that means it's already Christmas season." Tachimukai finally responded, not looking up from his mission. A deep groan was the only reaction he got to that; he was very well aware that Tsunami did not appreciate the reminder of the white snow that blanketed the ground outside and therefore designated the end of surfing season for one excitable adult in the vicinity.

"That's not true. Look, you're going to make all the turkeys in the world feel bad, Yuuki." Tsunami countered, pouting as he eyed the tangled mess of festive decorations that weren't looking much better than they did when the boys had first pulled them out. The colored lights jingled lightly as Tachimukai cursed.

"I think the turkeys would be thankful if we forgot to cook them for a year."

Well, there was no arguing with that. Of course, that didn't stop Tsunami from complaining the entire time they set up decorations. Even if the brunette was cute when excited, this was ridiculous through and through.

It was, however, slightly more bearable when Tachimukai made two steaming cups of hot chocolate, and brought them to Tsunami's designated pouting spot on the couch. He had always been a sucker for hot drinks and cuddles, and this was no exception. Even if Tachimukai was wearing that stupid, itchy reindeer sweater that he had considered taking scissors to once or twice. Or three times. And even if Tachimukai was putting his cold-ass feet on Tsunami's warm legs.

For a split second, Tsunami might have wondered why he would put up with this torture. That was until Tachimukai had shifted to lean his head on broad shoulders, and gave him that smile. When he did that, Tsunami knew that he really didn't need Christmas to come any time soon.

After all, everything he wanted was right there.